Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Posted on August 1, 2018
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Will I have any corn to bring To place on the stone within the ring? Will I have flesh to cut and burn And place inside the bubbling urn? Will I have neeps and spuds and carrots To fill these wide and simmering pots?…
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